How do you manage to dream about a car I completely forgot about? Also, do all you dream in color or black and white? I heard that half of all people dream in B&W and I sincerely doubt it.
Well, seeing as your brain doesn’t control mine (as far as I know), I imagine I happened to remember it. I’ve always thought it was one of the more attractive Jeeps out there. I don’t see how people dream in black and white, and so I certainly don’t. Oh yeah, also the Jeep had a snow scraper as a brake pedal, and we were going down the highway, probably would have ended badly had I not woken up.
Had a dream where @Nadeox1 was showing us how to cook waffles on a stove through a livestream. Except the “waffle” was quite a bit thicker, and more bread-like, but if I remember correctly, it was still referred to as a “waffle”. I have no explanation. Last night featured a few strange dreams, most of them I don’t remember well enough to share.
I dreamt of modifying a G-Clamp. Other ocurrences include: Being attacked by miniature saabs with guns Owning a peugeot 206
I always do it in color. Black and white would probably better suit if I was imagining a oldschool TV show or somewhere around those lines.
You see, I lucid dream a lot and the only way to stop them is to die. A while ago I had a dream that I was in school, except is was fudging gigantic and tall. I looked outside and some massive Ennard (From FNAF Sister Location, a was a FNAF fan back then) was running in circles on the field. I magically teleported outside into a open-top minibus and this thing started chasing our bus through some jungle. It then proceeded to crush people's heads. This was dam graphic , blood was flying everywhere, it was bad. It then smashed the back of the minibus and flung it into the air. I landed next to another section of the school. I met up with some friends and they had a Brown bag. I'm pretty sure it was some sort of drug. One of them took some and they became aggressive. This was the point at when I realised I was in a dream. I thought to myself. I must die. So I ran up some type of watch tower, then I jumped off it. I then died. But I then came back, again with my friends. I jumped again. I came back again , same place. I ran up the stairs, but then that thing was there. I tried to grab me as I jumped and it teared into my leg. I looked down and the bone was showing and muscle. Blood was everywhere. But I made it to the floor and I woke up. Never again
Just realised looking back on my last post here how graphic and gory my dreams are, yet I've never been exposed to stuff like that until recently when I did Reddit 50\50 ( and on the subject of reddit, happy cake day reddit!)
Damn, I had so many variety of dreams (yes, I'm still including day-dreams) that it's really hard to package all of them into a paragraph without missing out on certain dreams or details. For my latest day-dream (or dreams in general), I was imagining more cover art ideas for a few albums I plan to do for a future band that'll I'll form. It always seems that my creative side is always working on my dreams, as they really don't have any restrictions stopping it from achieving such creativity. Man, do I wish my artwork reflected my dreams but they never do.
had a weird on recently where i deamt up a tv show with no premise, involving a mk4 supra, an american schoolbus, handbrakes, lego, a poor understanding of conservation of motion, and roofboxes with emotions
One time I had a dream that a PC was rigged with a trap that ejected a CD at a high enough velocity to cut you open and kill you, and I activated the trap and woke up.
A while ago I dreamed that I was house sitting for someone. The house itself was very traditional/postmodern. I was outside in the front yard and suddenly, random parts of the house started spontaneously combusting. The behavior of the fires were really strange and unnatural, the fire would be completely localized in the area it combusted until it was fully charred, then it would spread. One fire started in a big concrete plant pot in the front yard, and it was like a flamethrower, throwing the flames straight into the roof. I ran around to the side door, since the front door had burst into flames. I started thinking about the cost of all the fire damage as I ran through the maze-like house, trying to find something to put the fires out. I finally found a hose, so I ran outside, and I was suddenly transported into the future. Apparently, the house burnt down to the ground, and a grocery store was built on top of it. An immense feeling of guilt rushed over me, then I woke up.
